01-23-2011, 04:54 AM
Shane glanced at his watch, it was ten to eleven. The situation was not good. He had ten minutes to get to the academy but he was stuck in a traffic jam. At this time of the day the roads of West City were usually quiet considering the fact that most road users at work but today were different. The distress call had naturally stirred up a panic among the inhabitants of earth and as a result literally everyone was out of work.
Shane had not moved for twelve minutes and even worse, the academy was thirty five minutes away, and it was hard to estimate how much vehicles were in front of him or how long it would take for the line to move.
Thoughts were racing through his mind but despite his temptation to get off his motorcycle and jog to his destination, he did not want to abandon his precious bike which was worth a lot. There was no guarantee that the world was going to end today therefore he would not leave it behind.
Shane saw the crimes though the frame of his helmet. There was carjacking and shoplifting and not a lot the police could do to control it; the volume was just too high.
The muscle-bound man glanced at a giant plasma screen through a broken glass window of an electronic shop that displayed (from left to right) an image of an earthling standing next to a green being with antenai, a pale blue humanoid, and a short purple skinned creature with elf ears. It was like a broken scratched record because they were repeating the same message over and over again, overemphasizing the danger their planets were in.
Shane had heard rumours of their being other life forms on various ‘other’ planets but he thought they were just that, rumours. Now it became clear that everything he had heard was factual. As the traffic moved an inch he realised that he really should not be surprised, after all he was not even a human being; he was a mutant.
Shane glanced at himself through the right mirror of his motorbike also realising that just because he had a human appearance that did not make the green namek creature, the changeling and the arlien any less human than him.
It happened again. Shane had a futuristic epiphany. It always occurred whenever something unfortunate was about to happen to him. If there was such a thing as a six sense then this was even better than that.
”Hey, that’s a nice bike.”
Shane turned to his right, staring at the nozzle of a nine-millimetre pistol. His startled eyes travelled from the nozzle to the desperation in the young man’s eyes. It was clear that the situation on earth had caused people to reach their breaking point and right now this man for some reason needed Shane’s precious motorcycle.
“Yeah I know it’s nice, that’s why I bought it,” replied Shane. It was a subtle way of telling the young man how valuable the item was to him.
The man raised the cock of the pistol in his right hand. “Don’t get smart with me, just get off the bike!”
Obviously the young man wearing a baseball cap back to front did not care how much the bike meant to Shane.
The man on the bike raised both hands in an act of mercy. “This situation isn’t easy for anyone I understand that but ask yourself what you’re going to gain from taking my bike. It’s not going to solve the troubles we’re facing on earth. Just think about it.”
“Fuck you!”
BANG
Sparks exited the nozzle first, followed by a silver bullet which careened in the air and then pierced through Shane’s black and maroon coloured helmet and then into his temple. His world went blank and the impact caused him to topple backwards off of his bike and back first onto the ground.
“For a fucking bike?!” Shane roared, swiftly climbing off of his bike and tackling the same armed man he had seen in his vision. The gun in the man’s right hand skidded forty-five centimetres across the floor, cap also falling off. Just in case he tried to retrieve his weapon, Shane pinned the man’s right arm down with his left hand and in an angered frenzy began launching his right elbow into the criminals face. The thought of dying at the hands of this stranger had taken him to a place he had never been before; driven him over the edge. He just kept delivering elbow after elbow after elbow until the man was incapable of defending himself, laying motionless.
Condensation formed in Shane’s helmet as he breathed heavily, trying to regain his breath. The man’s face was a bloody mess but in his opinion justice was served. This was an act of self-defence, no doubt about it.
He picked up the gun. It felt heavier than the types of guns he had held at museums because the one he was holding was loaded with bullets with his name on them, metaphorically.
Everyone was too indulged in the crisis earth was currently in to even concern themselves with the incident or the fact that he was holding a gun.
Shane placed the weapon inside the inside pocket of his jacket. He had a feeling it would come in handy if more trouble came his way. He had no intentions of actually using it, but in a particular circumstance he may be forced to pull its trigger.
He picked up his bike and climbed back on it. He then gazed at the traffic with a frown and then pounded the left side of his motor in anger. It was only morning and it had been a bad day for him already.
With a huff of frustration he glanced at his watch, firstly wiping off a sprinkle of his victims blood and then checking the time. It was three minutes past eleven.
Fuck.
Even his time freezing ability was useless in this predicament. For instance, if he froze time he still would not be able to get his motorcycle along the road. There were just too many vehicles on the road for his bike to skim past without crashing into one.
Even if he had perfected how to fly, how was he supposed to carry his bike along? There was no way he could abandon it. So was he supposed to just wait another hour or so in the worst traffic jam he had ever experienced? It was absurd but he had no choice.
He lifted the frame of his helmet and gazed up at the sky. If only there was sign, something subtle to tell him what he needed to do in this situation.
Just then Shane’s phone rang. He eagerly threw his hand into the left pocket of his jeans. It was his boss. He figured the leader of COST was going to tell him off for being late but if the traffic jam was not a liable excuse then his boss was just a harsh man.
Shane had not moved for twelve minutes and even worse, the academy was thirty five minutes away, and it was hard to estimate how much vehicles were in front of him or how long it would take for the line to move.
Thoughts were racing through his mind but despite his temptation to get off his motorcycle and jog to his destination, he did not want to abandon his precious bike which was worth a lot. There was no guarantee that the world was going to end today therefore he would not leave it behind.
Shane saw the crimes though the frame of his helmet. There was carjacking and shoplifting and not a lot the police could do to control it; the volume was just too high.
The muscle-bound man glanced at a giant plasma screen through a broken glass window of an electronic shop that displayed (from left to right) an image of an earthling standing next to a green being with antenai, a pale blue humanoid, and a short purple skinned creature with elf ears. It was like a broken scratched record because they were repeating the same message over and over again, overemphasizing the danger their planets were in.
Shane had heard rumours of their being other life forms on various ‘other’ planets but he thought they were just that, rumours. Now it became clear that everything he had heard was factual. As the traffic moved an inch he realised that he really should not be surprised, after all he was not even a human being; he was a mutant.
Shane glanced at himself through the right mirror of his motorbike also realising that just because he had a human appearance that did not make the green namek creature, the changeling and the arlien any less human than him.
It happened again. Shane had a futuristic epiphany. It always occurred whenever something unfortunate was about to happen to him. If there was such a thing as a six sense then this was even better than that.
”Hey, that’s a nice bike.”
Shane turned to his right, staring at the nozzle of a nine-millimetre pistol. His startled eyes travelled from the nozzle to the desperation in the young man’s eyes. It was clear that the situation on earth had caused people to reach their breaking point and right now this man for some reason needed Shane’s precious motorcycle.
“Yeah I know it’s nice, that’s why I bought it,” replied Shane. It was a subtle way of telling the young man how valuable the item was to him.
The man raised the cock of the pistol in his right hand. “Don’t get smart with me, just get off the bike!”
Obviously the young man wearing a baseball cap back to front did not care how much the bike meant to Shane.
The man on the bike raised both hands in an act of mercy. “This situation isn’t easy for anyone I understand that but ask yourself what you’re going to gain from taking my bike. It’s not going to solve the troubles we’re facing on earth. Just think about it.”
“Fuck you!”
BANG
Sparks exited the nozzle first, followed by a silver bullet which careened in the air and then pierced through Shane’s black and maroon coloured helmet and then into his temple. His world went blank and the impact caused him to topple backwards off of his bike and back first onto the ground.
“For a fucking bike?!” Shane roared, swiftly climbing off of his bike and tackling the same armed man he had seen in his vision. The gun in the man’s right hand skidded forty-five centimetres across the floor, cap also falling off. Just in case he tried to retrieve his weapon, Shane pinned the man’s right arm down with his left hand and in an angered frenzy began launching his right elbow into the criminals face. The thought of dying at the hands of this stranger had taken him to a place he had never been before; driven him over the edge. He just kept delivering elbow after elbow after elbow until the man was incapable of defending himself, laying motionless.
Condensation formed in Shane’s helmet as he breathed heavily, trying to regain his breath. The man’s face was a bloody mess but in his opinion justice was served. This was an act of self-defence, no doubt about it.
He picked up the gun. It felt heavier than the types of guns he had held at museums because the one he was holding was loaded with bullets with his name on them, metaphorically.
Everyone was too indulged in the crisis earth was currently in to even concern themselves with the incident or the fact that he was holding a gun.
Shane placed the weapon inside the inside pocket of his jacket. He had a feeling it would come in handy if more trouble came his way. He had no intentions of actually using it, but in a particular circumstance he may be forced to pull its trigger.
He picked up his bike and climbed back on it. He then gazed at the traffic with a frown and then pounded the left side of his motor in anger. It was only morning and it had been a bad day for him already.
With a huff of frustration he glanced at his watch, firstly wiping off a sprinkle of his victims blood and then checking the time. It was three minutes past eleven.
Fuck.
Even his time freezing ability was useless in this predicament. For instance, if he froze time he still would not be able to get his motorcycle along the road. There were just too many vehicles on the road for his bike to skim past without crashing into one.
Even if he had perfected how to fly, how was he supposed to carry his bike along? There was no way he could abandon it. So was he supposed to just wait another hour or so in the worst traffic jam he had ever experienced? It was absurd but he had no choice.
He lifted the frame of his helmet and gazed up at the sky. If only there was sign, something subtle to tell him what he needed to do in this situation.
Just then Shane’s phone rang. He eagerly threw his hand into the left pocket of his jeans. It was his boss. He figured the leader of COST was going to tell him off for being late but if the traffic jam was not a liable excuse then his boss was just a harsh man.